Her protector indebted to the mafia boss

I stood in front of the mirror and admired my hot body. I knew how crazy my body drove men but there was only one man I wanted to be crazy about, my bodyguard Mark. I didn’t know at what point I’d gone and fallen in love with him, it had happened slowly, over an extended period of time. I guess it had always been inevitable. I spent more time and saw him more than any other man.Falling for him wasn’t the problem though. The problem was that he had zero interest in me. I don’t think the man even saw me as anything more than the child he had been tasked to guard.Which was a problem when all I could think about when I looked at him was his hands all over my body. Mark was just too upright for his own good. If it were any other man, I’d be the one fending off their advances. Why did I get myself fallen for the most stubborn, unattainable man on the planet?I had tried everything I could to get him to see me as a woman. Seducing him hadn’t worked, and the one time I had purposely f

I liked to think that I'd have remembered everything Mark taught me on what to do in case of an emergency if I hadn't been out cold.It took me exactly one minute after I woke up to realize that I wasn't in my oversized four poster bed in my penthouse apartment.The bed I woke up in was a full size bed. I'd last slept on a bed this small in my college days. The mattress was also way too firm to make for a good sleep. I sat up in a rush and regretted it instantly.My head hurt like a bitch and my vision went spotty for a bit. I groaned.What !. What ! Someone had drugged me and dumped me here. The question was why?The last thing I remembered was feeling like a damn fool about being rejected by Mark and running off to lick my wounds in private.After that, everything else was a blur. I was supposed to be worried about myself, who knew what the sick psycho who had abducted me wanted? And yet the only thing I could think about was how worried Mark was going to be. I bit off a curse. I

Mark is my daughter's preferred bodyguard, but I do not trust him. Considering his demeanor and his reaction when I suggested that he takes a break off Tiffany case, I do not think he was convinced. In any case, though, why should I worry about Mark? He was dismissed from the military and I saved him, by offering him a job has my daughter's bodyguard—a six-figure salary. Not a single time have I withheld or delayed his paycheck. I always treat him on a shopping trip because he does such a wonderful job of keeping my daughter safe. What on earth is he looking for this time? If he ever wants to live, he needs to give up on my daughter's case; if not, I will find his mother and have her taken. I am a politician; he should know better than to mess with me. Or should I call on someone to trail him? Yes! I am going to do just that. I need to be specific about what Mark is working on to enable me to mount my guard. Grabbing my phone, I tried to contact Mark, but for the first time since

It's baffling how no one has come to my rescue yet, not even Mark, whom I considered my guardian angel. But somehow, I got this feeling that he would show up eventually. I have faith in Mark more than I do in my Father. It's the smallest place I have ever seen. I only see places like this in the documentary Or movies.Aside from the fact that the room was a little Dark with an old couch. it seems difficult for me to Escape. I only remember waking up with a headache not even a trace of how I got here. How do I then plan my escape if no one comes for me ,I thought to myself .A little door by the side of the wardrobe was the rest room and it also had some dreadful skull drawings and weird inscriptions on the wall written in Italian. I wasn't sure what those words meant, but I could tell they meant trouble. It's a good thing I couldn't read Italian, though. I mean, knowing what the words meant could sum up my sufferings.I thought I had seen it all when I leaned forward and caught a

I sat up and looked around ,I tried finding the gun I took from the stalker.You finally awake, it been two days I was called to find you by your friend Rex.I am joe ,Rex’s friend he said ,stretching forth his hand for a handshake. Don't worry your gun is safe. How were you able to find me and where is my phone? Rex sent me your last location and I followed the map and got to were your car was and I searched the area. Found you unconscious and brought you here.Oh here is your new phone, it was badly damage so I had to get you a new one also I found out your car has a tracker so I dumped it .Temper most have had the car tracked, thanks man I owe you.Not to worry, Rex is my very good friend, I will do anything for him.he said tapping me on my shoulder.You should eat something, I made you sandwich, you have only been on drip for the last 48 hours, Joe reminded me again .Am okay, have stayed more days underground, I was once a solider, so I can survive. I boosted I need to ge